An old tradition preserved.
Wonderful sunny evening down by the Bristol Trader in Quay Street with the Cleddau at its highest. A dozen boats arrive to help the Mayor beat the bounds….
Ilya Repin caught it just right.
It looked like the crowd at Kursk, at once both well-dressed and tattered, haughty and humble, ugly and handsome, limp and athletic, heads held high and others downward looking in slight embarrassment. A young man on stilts with a long bamboo pole, which he tapped repeatedly on the ground both for stability and attention, wore a brown frock coat and a three-corned hat…. Continue reading “Beating the Bounds at Haverfordwest”
Back in the old INSEAD classroom with my friend Guy Desseaux
A 40-year reunion and a few days in Paris were good fun. Walking around Paris with my notebook like a child on a school trip, I saw the city through new eyes…
25 June 2015
It is hot but there is a gentle breeze on which floats the idle evening conversation of three old Parisians. In their T-shirts and grey cotton trousers, they look cool. Beside, there is the noise of the street. Motor bikes idle, their throaty engines roar as the traffic lights change. Moto-bicyclettes whine like sopranos in the choir of traffic, while cars rumble sotto voce in the internal combustion engine chorus.
Aux Jardins du Père Lachaise has a green and orange sunshade, its broad stripes protect the fruit and vegetables from the noonday sun,…. Continue reading “INSEAD Reunion”